“Fuck them.” He slowly stops flicking my clit, instead keeps his thumb on it as he slips his fingers between my lips preparing to enter me. “Let’s give them the first ever Abbiati sex tape.” I feel him laugh, his breath sweeping across my skin as he does so. “Better yet, let’s give them a real freak show,” he mutters, enlightening me to his sudden mirth.
“You’ll be castrated by sundown,” I comment, my words stilted with my inability to breathe correctly while he works me to a pleasurable state. I can see he cares little for the fallout as he continues to move his fingers, sliding them inside of me, only withdrawing to push his way in over and over again. His actions cause my body to burn up with a fire so intense that I’m worried I’ll combust. I can feel my body tightening, the ecstasy building, waiting to explode like a fever pitch into my veins. Just as my orgasm is about to burst, the quivering I’m feeling about to race into a frenzy, the sprinklers begin to work and I’m left worked up, horny, and unsatisfied. It’s made worse as Zane jumps back, the waistband of my sweats slapping against my skin. I look in shock before the water hits me again, and I run past Zane.
“Fuck!” he shouts, realizing someone’s placed them on full pressure.
“Yeah, fuck is right!” I say, running from the spraying water. “That means we got caught, you bastardo!”
The look of horror he lands upon me should cause hysterics, but right now, I’m so deadly serious that there is no room for laughter.
“How do you know?” he asks, splitting a little.
“How do I know? It might be because the sprinklers come at six AM sharp, not in the middle of the fucking morning!” I don’t know if I should move, run, or allow the ground to swallow me whole, so instead, I take the desperate bid to tear at my hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Were you two having sex like two kinky school kids?” Enzo asks, approaching us with haste, even though the water has now died down.
I literally jump out of my skin and feel the blush rush across my entire body. Apparently, the sprinklers sparking to life caught him as they did us, and from the look on his face, he has us marked. The sheer look of amusement on his face is enough to make him want to slap him. I will never live this down, and he’s telling me that with just the look he’s shooting me.
“No!” I all but shout at him and I try to cover up my flustered exterior. “I was giving Zane a tour and the sprinklers came on,” I huff, feeling all of my sexual tension beginning to sour my mood and look at Zane. “Seeing as this just ruined the rest of the outdoor tour, lead the way up to house!”
He begins to walk off and I wait for Enzo to follow, but from the bright grin on his lips, he’s waiting on me. As I stomp forward, still soaking wet, he steps in beside me. There’s a moment of silence before he begins to chuckle and I’m forced to brace myself for the onslaught of an interrogation.
“Finally being your age?” he asks, keeping his voice down. “And don’t try and lie. I saw you heading toward me then you disappeared and I find you looking like a child that just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.”
“It wasn’t my hand in the cookie jar,” I mumble without thought as to what Zane’s hand was doing no more than five minutes ago. I gasp when I realize I said that out loud and look at him, eyes widened with horror, mouth dropping with shock as Enzo looks astounded. “Fuck, I didn’t say that out loud, did I?”
“You did,” he says and just begins to laugh. “Lia, relax. If that’s what you want then go for it. Just don’t make it so public next time. You got lucky that it was just sprinklers they used to kill the heat.”
“Oh, I’m so embarrassed,” I moan, putting my hands over my face. The ground could be generous and swallow me up whole, but it’s still yet to bestow that courtesy upon me. “I don’t know what he does to me, Enzo.”
“He makes you feel,” my brother states with clarity. “Which is something I love the guy for. You spend so much time doing what others want you to do that it’s nice to see that with Zane you do what you want.”
“I didn’t want to get caught!” I try to resolve my temper from flaring, the embarrassment burrows deep within my bones, and I’m trying not to let every blood cell hit the surface of my skin to show just how humiliated I am. “That means the security saw.”
Enzo says nothing, just begins to laugh hysterically as we make our way up the steps to the house. He doesn’t stop as he walks past Zane, just shakes his head and disappears into the house. I approach Zane with caution. My body is still alive and begging for his touch, needing it to be led to some place of satisfaction after we were torn apart.
“You know if you’re going to discuss me, you might want to wait ‘til I’m more than six feet away,” he comments dryly. “But what a cookie jar I had my hand in.”
I smack him hard on the arm and head into the house, back to the kitchen where we started.